Abduct a boy and bring him back

Ling Huan was lying on the bed, holding the vocabulary book he just bought in his hand, he couldn't concentrate, and he wanted to laugh when he looked at the green book, it was really New Oriental!

I don't know whether the chef school New Oriental is more famous or the New Oriental Education Group is more famous.

I tossed and turned, and still couldn't fall asleep after one o'clock, feeling a little excited and a little uneasy.

Qiao Mohan, Qiao Mohan, Qiao Mohan...everyone had Qiao Mohan in their minds.

Why is this person so amazing?Why should he be so nice to himself?Or is he really being so nice to everyone?

Ling Huan felt uncomfortable after thinking about it. He had never seen what Qiao Mohan was like when he was with others, but just thinking about it made him feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

He had never owned anything before, so he never knew what to be afraid of, what it was like to lose.

Now suddenly there is a person who treats him so well in front of him, and he actually has the emotion of wanting to dominate alone, is this really right?Ling Huan was a little uneasy.

He pulled the quilt up to the top of his head irritably, trying to stop his thoughts from flying around like this. After a while, he suddenly got out of the quilt and sat up on the bed. Could it be that the bed is too soft?

Ling Huan got out of bed, put on slippers and opened the door, ready to go to the living room for a meeting.

But when he opened the door, he was scared by the light from the study and retreated into the room again.

After thinking about it and feeling wrong, he opened the door lightly, looked in the direction of the study, and whispered, "Aren't you still working now?"

Ling Huan tiptoed out, walked through the living room, kept the volume of his movements to a minimum, opened the refrigerator like a ghost and poured out a glass of milk.

Then when he walked to the door of the study with the cup in his arms, he knocked lightly on the door, and he opened the door and went in after the inside said to come in.

"Why are you still up so late?" Seeing Ling Huan, the man sitting in front of the desk was stunned.

Before Ling Huan could speak, Qiao Mohan frowned first.

"Can't sleep..." Ling Huan reached out and touched his head, put the milk in front of Qiao Mohan, and asked, "Are you still working so late?"

The clothes on Ling Huan's body didn't fit well, the jacket and trousers were much bigger, making Ling Huan look a little thinner again, Qiao Mohan couldn't help but stare at him for a while longer.

"The clothes are a little too big..." Ling Huan shook his somewhat long sleeves unnaturally.

"It's okay to make do at home." Qiao Mohan picked up the milk and took a sip, "Go back to sleep, or you won't be able to wake up tomorrow."

Ling Huan curled his lips, "Who said I can't get up, you are still awake at this hour, what work is so important, you are risking your life to earn money!"

"I rested for a few days last week, and things have been suppressed, a little too much." Qiao Mohan narrowed his sore eyes, got up with the milk, and closed the computer in front of him, "Let's go, sleep!"

Ling Huan walked in front of the man, and just as he was about to turn his head to remind him to drink the milk before resting, Qiao Mohan pinched the back of his neck.

He paused, feeling the hair all over his body stand on end in an instant.

"Let's go?" Qiao Mohan held the milk in one hand and squeezed his neck with the other, pushing him forward like coaxing a kitten.

"Oh..." Ling Huan was dragged out by the man step by step, his soul seemed to be caged away by the man's action suddenly, and he was in a trance.

It wasn't until Qiao Mohan said something and went back to his room that he woke up standing in front of the guest room door.

Then I just felt my body tremble, and some thoughts that I shouldn't have flashed across my mind like a bolt of lightning.

Ling Huan shook his head, opened the door and buried his head in the quilt, and then refused to think about anything.

……

In the morning, Qiao Mohan woke up early. Although he didn't go to bed until early in the morning, he still opened his eyes on time at seven o'clock. He didn't feel tired after sleeping for less than five hours. Went downstairs and ran around the neighborhood twice.

When he got downstairs, he looked up at his balcony, and then at the watch on his wrist. It was still early, and he estimated that Ling Huan hadn't woken up yet, so he went out of the community to buy breakfast. .

When he opened the door and came in, the house was still quiet. Qiao Mohan put his things on the table and knocked on the door of the guest room first.

It was almost eight o'clock now, and Ling Huan was still tucked into the bed unmoved, unable to hear anything going on outside.

The man lost his patience, reached out and unscrewed the door, and went straight into the room.

The bed was completely white, the bed cover and quilt were all white, and no black head was exposed. Qiao Mohan paused for a few seconds before he could tell where the man was sleeping.

He walked forward from the right side, saw a bunch of black hair protruding from the edge of the bed, and stretched out his hand to lift the quilt up.

"I'm not afraid of being smothered to death..."

Ling Huan groaned twice, not conscious of sleeping in someone else's house at all, and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt up again.

The corner of Qiao Mohan's mouth twitched, and he coughed lightly twice while standing at the head of the bed.

The people in the bed seemed to hear it, and their up and down breathing stopped for a minute, and then they all jumped up from the bed and stood in front of Qiao Mohan.

Qiao Mohan was startled by his action and took a step back, then stood still and couldn't help but say, "Good work..."

The clothes on Ling Huan's body had become wrinkled, and the top few hairs on his head were lifted up, exposing his entire forehead. His face was still startled and confused, his pupils were wide open, and he was staring at the man in front of him. ,

"Joe, brother Joe."

From the man's point of view, he looked like a frightened little white rabbit.

Qiao Mohan's throat moved up and down unconsciously, he paused, and then calmly reminded him, "It's [-]:[-] in the morning!"

Only then did Ling Huan come to his senses, and stretched out his hands to cover the raised hair in front of his head, "Ah, it's so late..."

"Well, it's late!" Qiao Mohan said, "It's a full four and ten minutes late from the agreed 07:30, how much is 10 yuan per minute!"

Ling Huan opened his eyes wide again, and wailed, "I really have to buckle..."

Qiao Mohan glanced at him up and down, "If you keep dawdling, I'll give you a [-]% discount!" After speaking, he went out to change clothes and take a shower.

[-]% off?Why is this discount getting bigger and bigger?

Ling Huan beat his chest and stomped his feet in the back, and then realized that the man was wearing a sportswear for the first time today, and then ran out after him, "Brother, you are so handsome today, did you go out to exercise? This outfit looks so good. What a god, ah, when you come back, will there be any girls chasing you..."

Qiao Mohan heard the man stretching out his hand to praise him, his expression remained unchanged, and when he got to his room, he turned and closed the door calmly, blocking someone's noisy voice from the early morning.